Journey to the Mysterious Sea

On the city wall, Zi Zhuque's crescent-shaped brows were tightly knitted, as if a thick cloud of sorrow was gathered between her brows. The heavy cloud of sorrow made people almost breathless. Her delicate face was full of worry and confusion at the moment, as if all the troubles in the world were gathered between her brows. Her eyes were filled with deep doubts, which spread like thick fog, making her eyes look confused and helpless, as if she was lost in a vast fog and could not find the direction to move forward. She had a puzzled look on her face, with a hint of urgency and anxiety in her voice, and she couldn't wait to say: "What exactly do you mean? I really don't understand. The position of the emperor, how, isn't it something that someone can privately occupy by relying on his own power? Can it be owned by a group of people?" Her words were as urgent as a storm, and her urgent tone was like someone groping in the dark, eager to find a ray of light in the other party's answer, to solve the mystery buried deep in her heart, and to free herself from the chaotic fog.

After hearing this, the white-robed man raised his lips slightly, and the arc of the smile was just right, like a carefully crafted work of art, outlining a meaningful smile. That smile seemed to hide countless secrets, making people want to explore it.

He chuckled, and there seemed to be some indescribable meaning in his laughter, like an ancient well that was bottomless and hard to fathom. Then, he slowly placed his hand on the edge of the railing of the city wall in front of him. His movements were gentle and steady, as if the railing was a rare treasure in the world that required him to treat it with extreme care and cherishment. His fingers were slender and white, and he gently touched the railing. The delicate touch seemed to tell an ancient story. His eyes were as deep as the sea, and those deep eyes seemed to contain endless stories. Those stories were as bright as the stars, but as mysterious as the deep sea, making people want to explore them in depth.

He gazed quietly into the distance, and the distant scenery in his eyes seemed to turn into an ancient and mysterious painting, slowly and gradually unfolding. The painting seemed to depict a distant era, an era full of legends.

He said leisurely: "In ancient times, the King of Zhou was incompetent and lawless. He was immersed in the intoxication of wine and sex all day long. He didn't care about the affairs of the court and turned a deaf ear to them. His life was full of luxury and indulgence. The fine wine and delicacies in the palace were consumed like water, but he didn't cherish them at all. His eyes never left the scenes of singing and dancing, and he turned a blind eye to the safety of the country and the suffering of the people. As a result, the world was in chaos and the people were living in dire straits. The people lived in misery and suffered. The King of Zhou indulged his desires and completely threw the safety of the country and the well-being of the people behind his mind. His stupidity was like a terrible plague, which spread rapidly at an alarming speed, ruthlessly eroding the foundation of the entire country and plunging the country into an endless crisis. The people were displaced, the fields were barren, thieves were rampant, and social order fell into chaos.

In order to keep the world running normally, the nobles resolutely united. They came from different regions and had different backgrounds, but they all had a firm determination to save the people of the world. They were united as one, like a blazing flame, hot and firm, unstoppable. They gathered together to form an extremely powerful force, which was enough to shake the world and change the pattern of the whole world. After a hard battle, they drove the Zhou emperor into the wilderness, which was a desolate and bleak land full of unknown dangers and difficult challenges. There were no prosperous cities, no fertile land, only wind and sand and harsh environment.

Without the emperor, these nobles began to use voting to control the world. They were surprised to find that even without the emperor's rule, they could still firmly control the situation in the world. Their wisdom and courage allowed them to find a brand new path in this turbulent era, a path full of hope and light. They were still able to use the emperor's imperial soldiers freely, and the imperial soldiers in their hands seemed to recognize this new way of ruling. The light of the imperial soldiers shone in their hands, like a beacon of hope, illuminating the way forward and guiding people in the direction. Moreover, those imperial soldiers and the people of the world actually recognized this way of ruling. The people felt new hope, and they were willing to live a stable and peaceful life under this rule. It was a deep desire for peace and tranquility, just like the long-dry land longing for the nourishment of rain, so strong and so persistent. They finally found a ray of light in the darkness and saw the hope for the future. "

When Zi Zhuque heard these words, she was struck by lightning and froze in place, as if she had been cast under a spell, unable to move at all. Her body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible and powerful force, causing her to fall into an extremely rigid state. Her originally agile figure now became like a sculpture, motionless.

Her face showed an expression of disbelief and astonishment, as if she had seen the most incredible and unimaginable thing in the world. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was suppressed by this huge shock and could not make a sound.

Her eyes were wide open, full of shock and confusion, like a child lost in the darkness, unable to find a glimmer of light or direction. Her eyes were filled with deep fear, as if everything before her was a terrible nightmare.

She blinked her eyes subconsciously, trying to recover from the huge shock, but the shock was like a surging wave, hitting her heart wave after wave, making it difficult for her to extricate herself. Her thoughts fell into a mess and she couldn't sort out the clues.

She stared at the man in white robes in front of her, with a hint of fear, doubt, and expectation in her eyes. Her voice trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, full of helplessness and confusion, and she said slowly: "You mean, let us fight for the imperial soldiers of the Red Dragon Empire, and the ownership of the common people?" Her voice trembled in the wind, like a fallen leaf, lonely and helpless, unable to find her own destination in this vast world.